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Lust and Lace
- a short story collection

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"Lust and Lace" is a short story collection of eight newly written Victorian romantic and erotic short stories. Including the following short stories:

St Hubert’s Day Fox Hunting
Strange Masks
View of a cemetery
Master and Servant
The portrait of Mrs Elliott
The Governess

Product details:

Format: ebook
Category: Victorian romance and erotica
Written: 2011
Length: 43 pages, 20800 words
File size: 300KB
Publisher: Independently published by
My Secret Quill

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Lust and Lace ~ A Victorian Romance and Erotic Short Story Collection. Vol. I.

Tags: Victorian erotica, romance, gothic,
submission, debauchery, mild threesome erotica, exhibitionism, mild ravishment, voyeurism, adultery, gay and lesbian erotic scenes.

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Extract from the stories:

“…Not responsible for my actions…” she whispered slowly and stood up, tip-toe, and kissed him. He was too surprised to draw back and when he tried, she had already placed her unexpectedly strong arms around his neck and he lacked the strength to pry them away. In fact, he felt strangely helpless, like it was someone else who acted instead of him, as he kissed her back. His hands involuntarily reached her waist and pulled her closer.”
- From the short story “View of a cemetery” -

“This, this is not really happening, is it?” Agnes whispered, breathless as Catherine started to undo her corset.
“No, of course it is not,” Catherine agreed, suppressing a small moan of delight as she pulled down the upper part of the linen undergarment and very attentively and experimentally kissed Agnes’ soft round breasts.
- From the short story “Wildflowers” -

“No, no, none of that…” he said teasingly, but reluctantly, as he moved her hands away. “Not yet,” he added and smiled roguish at her disappointed sigh.
I stayed petrified in front of the window as the scene continued before me. I felt feverish and out of breath myself, wishing with all my heart that someone would make love to me like that, but also keenly aware of that I was watching something entirely private and that it was both wicked and wrong of me to stay and look.
- From the short story “Booklover” -